Twenty-four Pages
East Oregonian Round-Up Souvenir Edition
Pendleton, Oregon, Friday, September 12, 1913
Page Thirteen
Two Weeks Vacation on Wheels
Through the Land of Sunshine
A Family That Enjoyed a Good Outing
And did not Use an Automobile Either
Houghing it? Welf, Jiwt a little for
living in a prairie schooner 1b as neur
to llvng ob our forefathers Jld as It is
posHlble to get In those days. There
Is mountain climbing, of course, and
exploring the wilds of the Orient and
the white fields of th north, but only
the financially well fixed can afford
the pleusures. They are a luxury,
to say the leuHt, although they involve
much rlBlc and danger. But a prairie
Hchooner! What visions of the old
days does this overlan.l vehicle recall
to mind! It brings back the days of
yore; the days when you and I used
to read the wild west btorles of In
diana and cowboys and glory In the
time when we would don our hunting
suit, shoulder our "old trusty" rifle,
and go for(h to kill the grizzly bear
and fight the Indians.
But those days are past forever. Not
that adventure has gone from the
land, but the Indians are living on
reservations, peaceful and lawabldlng
now; and the grizzly has gone to al
most extinction. Put what about this
prairie schooner? Where's the story?
What's all this talk about anyway?
Here's the secret. It's about a sum
mer vacation spent in a prairie
schooner. And while a vacation, it al
so combined business and incidentally
a boost for the Round-up. Incident
ally did I say? Very well, but this
Incident part was well to the forefront
The schooner In question was fitted
up by Bob Fletcher, a local fellow
who rides a spotted horse much of
the time when not taking care of the
circulation work of the East Oregon-
Ian, and who also plays trap drums
and blows several different kinds of
horns. He conceived the plan of
spending a trip in the open, living the
simple life; talking newspaper busi
ness and boosting for the Bound-up.
The party comprised his wife and
children, a team and saddle horse, a
prairie schooner, guns and fishing
tackle, a tent nnd plenty of grub
Orub, by the way, is the western term
for food.
.From the time he left Tendlcton on
August 7 until his return, two weeks
later, a distance of 250 miles was
covered. He passed through three
different counties, stopping in many
towjiH and at many ranches along the
way. He traversed plain and inoun
tiiln;'hill und valley; verdant vale and
barren wuxte. And everywhere he
went hn found anxious persons want
ing to know about the Bound-up.
The prairie schooner wus flttd out
to carry nil the necessities of living.
There wus a covered grub box, which
when opened formed a table. Shelves
and compartments were arranged"
neiitly to hold things. A small tent
was used at night In which to sleep.
It was rigged alongside the wagon.
With this outfit, and two weeks of
leisure aheud, it was possible to make
35 or 40 miles a day.
As said, the party set out on the
seventh of AuguHt. The first stop
was made at Pilot Bock, which with
its new buildings and business bustle
H considerable different from the
Pilot Bock of former days. Then
come Nye and finally Vinson. Here
is the home of Honald Boss, who Is
a large sheep owner and the party
stopped for a visit.
, Vinson was left next morning and
the Journey that day took the party
to lyenn, then on to Heppner via the
famous "Franklin" grade. At Hep
pner the party stopped two days and
nights.
Heppner, the thriving little city and
county seat of Morrow county, was
the scene of the great flood in 1903
when 250 lives were lost In a cloud
burst. The party camped along the
small stream which at that time be
came a raging torrent, 'sweeping peo
ple to their doom. It is called Willow
Creek, harmless enough now, to be
sure, and really It takes some rmngl
rittW n to see that creek aj il w;n on
t-e i. ' " th. c".iatr.pio. Vher.
tlw- t.-ttv pitched Ms ten, hoaxes ha '.
frrir.i ily stood and was the principal
; (H.strli't previous to the cloud bi:rat.
Leaving Willow creek and Ilep
I tier behind, the party thence made
war to Butter creek and stopped one
j night at the ranch of Joe Hays. Then
i the prnlrle schooner was under way
j Htruln ond soon the Old Eagle sawmill
THE BUCKAROO
By Richird Carter Warinner
Dedicated to John F. Robinson, Ex-President
of the Pendleton Commercial Club and Presi
dent of Domestic Laundry. Pendleton, Oregon
Tighten the cinch and take off the blind,
IOt 'or buck in front, lot 'or buck behind.
We'll both go tip ond conic down together,
1'nt I hope to die if I'll pull leather.
Oh, I love the life of a buckaroo.
And I love the scream of the wild curlew,
And tho coyote's howl is music to me,
As I gaze on the stars in the milky way.
Awaiting the dawn of another day,
As I lio alone, alone, did I say ?
No, my broncho's with me, my cayuse pet,
And he's tethered to me with a lariat.
Our Teddy was once a buckaroo, j
And ho could handle a lasso, too;
He loved the scent of the wild sagebrush ; C,
He lovod th'e silence, he loved the hush.
Of tho boundless range where tho cattle roam,
His pony his pal, his saddle his home,
He gathered an inspiration there,
Which led to the presidential chair.
I nerer expect such great renown, ,
But I may be marshal of some cow town,
Or sheriff, or judge, or something like that,
And choke some guy with my lariat.
My chaps are worn, nnd my hair is long,
And I'm humming all day some dear old song,
Somo dear old song which my mother sang,
Bcforo I learned all this cowboy slang.
Before I knew of tho wild, wild west,
And I'm thinking of her whom I loved best,
And I'm wondering should I go home again 1
If she'd welcome a cowlow of the plain ?
But I must tighten mv latigo
For I'm off with the morning's first faint glow,
Over tho sagebrush plains I ride,
Like a bucanecr on a rising tide.
With new sombrero and tulver spurs
IH search tho herd for stray "slick-ears,"
For I'm off to tho Round-up, sure this fall
My broncho and I. Say, I've got tho galL
To ride with any old bucaroo,
And to show 'era a trick with my lasso, too.
T'm nnt much rood at the "bulldoirV' stunt. .
But I'll show 'em a pace at a maverick hunt
'Mongst thorn beautiful ftcni". Oregon girls;
I'll show 'em a trick how my lasso twirls
Straight out from tho heart of a cowboy true,
They'll go some if they beat this bucaroo.
Then tighten tho cinch, take off tho blind,
T-ot 'or buck in front; let 'er buck behind.
For neither of ns '11 show the "white feather,"
But I hopo to die if I pull leather.
I
was In sight. This is a historical
place, at least in the minds of tho3
to whom It has been a landmark for
many years. The same old buildings
that stood 25 years ago are still in
tact. The mill Is now owned by Uncle
Joe Mclaughlin. He also has a stock
ranch and dairy nearby.
A few miles southwest of this mill
are the Umatilla county coal mines
which many rendlotonians will recall.
The coal is there, in quality but not In
quantity, a fact which many have long
since regretted.
The Ourdane and Potts countries
were next touched. Here are won
derful stock lands. leaving this re
gion, the party came out upon the
"Sugar Howl" and here was the flr.t
r.dventure of the Journey.
Over' a Cliff.
The old prairie schooner IihJ been
behaving very well so far, in spite
of tho fa.t that somo of the country
proved rough. Hut upon the Hugar
Howls things same to a pretty pass.
The wagon tipped over a declivity and
came near going down Into the can
yon below. Strenuous work was re
quired before it wus finally pulled
back to safety.
Out upon the vision now as the party
went forward, sprang the inspiring
sight of the Camas Prairie. The vil
lages of Albee and Ukluh were visited,
some Kound-up literature was left,
a chat was had with many of the In
habitants and thence on again the
party proceeded.
Camas gorge was a point touched,
where the Camas creek flows for 10
miles down a canyon. The walls in
many places are steep and inacces
sible. Here is the ideal home of the
mountain trout.
Next cornea the North Fork of the
John Day in Grant county. The
party stopped at Desolation creek and
then headed for Hldaway springs.
This la a popular summer resort con
ducted by William Scott, the owner.
There are excellent spots where hunt
ing and fishing are enjoyed. Lehman
Springs came next. The party visit
ed here several days. Frank McNeil
who for the past several summers has
conducted this popular resort, en
Joyed a proHperous season, there being
several hundred people camped there.
And here the prairie schooner was
trimmed und sail set for home. The
faithful horses plodded along carry
ing the dust-stained but happy party
through Bear Wallow, Tellow Jacket
Grade, Mountain Home and the sum
mer home of Elmer Snyder of Pen
dleton. Hear Wallow was named be
cause in the days when the wild ani
mals roamed there, this spot was used
by the bears as a wallow, bears being
particularly fond of cool retreats and
plenty of water.
Then came High Hrldge near which
are the fine ranches of Will Wright,
Alfred Smith, Herbert Hovlen, Cun
ningham Sheep and Iand company
and many other prosperous ranchers
where alfalfa fields show the results
of Irrigation. . Pilot Hock again was
reached and a visit at the fine ranch
of Mr. Evans whs enjoyed und then
the last lop of the Journey brought
the pnrty Into Pendleton.
But many things were noted by
the way that made the Journey doub
ly Interesting. The improvement
which is going on upon every hand
was noticeable. At Camas prairie, for
instance the "schooner" came upon
on engineering crew of the O.-W. It
& N. railroad surveying. The engi
neers greeted the pnrty cordially, and
expressed high praise for the country
thereabouts. Many good grades nre
being encountered, they said, and the
work is going along with much pro
gress. Ultimately two railroad lines
will tap this rich section of Umatilla
county.
Then there U the Hlnkle-Teel ditch
which will mean much when finished.
This ditch will draw up the waters
of Camas creek near Iehman springs,
form a reservoir, and thence carry
water through Camas Prairie and
Snipe Valley to near the "Old Bently"'
sawmill. From here a tunnel will
be run through the mountain, empty.
Ing the water into Butter Creek near
Willow Springs and thence making
it avalable for land near Echo and
the lower Butter Creek countries. In
the vicinity of Pilot Rock and Nye
harvest was in full blast, a bumper
wheat and barley crop having- been
produced and is being proJuced each
year on land that formerly was con
sidered fit only for pasture.
This then was the way of one fam
ily who desired to get away In the
open and spend several days In the
fields and the woods. And what, in
this western land. Is more fitting to
spend such a vacation with than a
prairie schooner. What indeed!
stranger, chancing to pass by the old
cemetery and being interested in
things historical, allowed his footstep
to stray among the broken slubs and
tombstones. As he turned to leave,
a lady, well advanced in middle years,
approached him from across the
graveyard and inquired If he sought
some particular grave. Upon him
explaining his only general Interest,
she told him of how she had many
times of late searched amid those
ruined monuments for the grave of a
girlhood friend. Together the two
searched again for the lout spot and,
finally on a fragment of marble half
burled beside a weed grown mound,
they found the name of Dora Luney,
scarcely traceable. The sight of It
brought back a flood of remembrances
to the lady, for the two had been In
separable in their youth and the one
had been at the bedside of the other
when she had Joined death's "in
numerable caravan." "Her father."
the lady said, "I think was the best
man that ever drew breath. He drove
a stage out from here for many years
and Dora and I waited tables for him
at his stage house Just where the east
entrance to the city now is." She
talked for long of those early days
and, when she turned from the spot,
It was with the expressed intention
of returning on the next memorial
day to pay tribute to her departed
friend.
These few incidents here written
,down, us has been said, form but an
infinitesimal part of the history which
lies buried within those many tombs.
By far the greater porton will never
rise to live in the memories of fu
ture generations, but must lie sealed
within those ghostly archives unto
eternity.
IS A WISE OLD HORSE
Ben Corbett Is one man who
will testify to the truth of the
old saying- that church isn't out
until they quit singing. He
qutte fQrgot that lttle proverb
last year else he mght have
been one of the winners of the
bucking contest. Ben qualified
for the finals and drey Cyclone,
one of the worst of the bad ones.
He made a beautiful ride, too,
scratching his mount -at every
Jump until there seemed to be
no more buck in the animated
whirlwind.
Cyclone stopped his cavorting
in front of the grandstand and
Ben sat in his saddle waiting for
the pick-ups to take him up. As
he waited he smiled and -probably
he had visions of being ac
claimed a champion for he had
made a fine ride and he knew it.
But alas for his hopes! He for
got that Cyclone is an outlaw
that uses his head. Far from
being bucked out he suddenly
demonstrated that he had only
been imlng his wits.
He suddenly proved his title
to his name. So quickly did he
spring into the air and so unex
pectedly was the Jump that Cor
bett was literally catapulted into
the air. He was lifter straight
up out of the saddle and Cyclone
Jumped out from in under him,
allowing him to alight feet down
on the ground. Ben smote the
earth with his hat and those
nearest declare he said some
thing that sounded like "Damn."
When Ho Stopped.
In a suit lately tried, the plaintiff
had testified that his financial po
sition had always been a good one.
The opposing counsel took him in
hand for cross-examination and under
took to break down his testimony up
on this point.
"Have you ever been bankrupt?"
asked the counsel.
"I have not."
"Now be careful," admolished the
lawyer, with raised finger, "Did you
ever stop payment?"
TTes."
"Ah! I thought we should get at
the truth!" observed the counsel,
with an unpleasant smile. "When did
this suspension of payment occur?"
"When I payed all I owed."
so
Figure it Out for Yourself.
Passenger "Why are who
late?"
Guard "Well sir, the train in front
was behind, and this train was be
hind before besides."
Historic Old Cemetery
Holds Story of Hardships
(Continued from Tage 12.)
few remaining of those who knew the
man who bore it can tell how the
hand of death Interposed to prevent
the attainment of an ambition Just as
its gates were reached.' Elected to
represent his Btate in the national con
gress he died before he could take
his seat. What' his political adver
saries could not accomplish in a long
and strenuous battle, the grim reaper
effected with one fell blow. Walking
on Main street with Major Moor
house after a successful consumma
tion of his campaign, weakened and
worn by the long strain of worry and
labor, he suddenly collapsed and his
unconscious form was born to his
home, where he soon expired. Thus
ended an active life, the fullest
achievement of which was untimely
frustrated. II. I. 1a Dow, whose
name Is familiar as a prominent citl-
ten of Pendleton tof today, Is a nep
hew of the deceased man.
It la not to be supposed that a brief
sketch of this kind can incorporate
any more .than a few of the Incidents
In the 'Uvea of some of the more prom
inent figures of the early days of this
section of the state. It Is not in the
power of living man to detail even
the names of all those who lie be
neath the sod of that old cemetery,
Some graves are there which have
been unknown since their making and
will ever remain so. But still, even
known spots occasionally Identified,
and the name of its once living oc
cupant recalled. .
Dou you live in town?
No. I live out In one of our diaph
anous outskirts. .
Diaphanous outskirts?
Yes. They haven't a tree in them
bigger than a gooseberry bush.
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It was but a few weeks ago that a